Thereís a lot to be said for the trains running on time. Routine isnít the same as rut, even though it has the same route. Uh, root. (Actually, I have no idea if it has the same root.) Normal is good, isnít it? Otherwise, wouldnít we redefine normal, if we could?
It was good today to get back into a familiar routine. Almost. Iím not quite there yet, but Iím working my way back to something Iím comfortable with. Like an old sweater. Thereís nothing wrong with an old sweater, or an old pair of tennis shoes, is there? I mean, sometimes itís nice to have a new pair, but they fit better when theyíve been around the block a couple of times.
Obviously, I need a break in routine every so often. I havenít had nearly enough of them this year. And all the frothing excitement of the last week has been a thrilling adventure, a rollercoaster ride on a wobbly track. But do you know what I feel when the rollercoaster ride is over? Relief, usually.